Narrator: Thomas is a tank engine who lives at the big station on the Island of Sodor. He's a cheeky little engine with six small wheels, a short stumpy funnel, a short stumpy boiler, and a short stumpy dome.

The Fat Controller: You've got a lot to learn about trucks, Thomas. After pushing them about here for a few weeks, you'll know almost as much about them as Edward. Then you'll be a really useful engine.

Gordon: You don't understand, little Thomas. We tender engines have a position to keep up. It doesn't matter where you go, but we are important. And for the Fat Controller to make us do shunting, fetch coaches, and go on some of those dirty sidings, it's... It's... Well, it's not the proper thing!

Henry: It's shameful to treat tender engines like this, Gordon has to go backwards and people think he's a tank engine, James spins around like a top and everyone laughs at us! And to add to that, the Fat Controller makes us all shunt in dirty sidings!

Henry: [pulls out of the harbor] Come on! Come on! Don't be silly! Don't be silly!

Vans: Trickety-trock! Trickety-trock! All right! All right!

Henry: That's better. That's better.

[after the accident]

Henry: The signal was down, Sir.

The Fat Controller: Cheer up, Henry. It wasn't your fault. Ice and snow caused the accident. I'm sending you to Crewe, a fine place for sick engines. They'll give you a new shape and a larger firebox. You'll feel a different engine, and you won't need special coal anymore. Won't that be nice?

Gordon: Why should Henry have a new shape? A shape good enough for me is good enough for him. He goes gallivanting off to Crewe, leaving us to do his work, and comes back saying how happy he feels. It's disgraceful! And there's another thing: Henry whistles too much! No respectable engine ever whistles loudly at stations. It isn't wrong, but we just don't do it!

Driver: Henry has plenty of ashes. Please keep all windows shut till we pass the bridge. Henry's as excited as we are. Aren't you, old fellow?

Policeman: Engines going on public roads must have their wheels covered and a cowcatcher in front to protect people and animals from being dragged under the wheels if they stray onto the line. [directly to Thomas] You haven't, so you are dangerous!

Driver: Rubbish! We've been along here hundreds of times and never had an accident!

Policeman: That makes it worse.

[he writes "Regular Law Breaker" in his notebook as Thomas exits]

Narrator: At the station, Thomas' driver told the Fat Controller what had happened.

The Fat Controller: Dangerous to the public, indeed! We'll see about that!

Narrator: The Fat Controller spoke to the Policeman. But however much he argued with him, it was no good.

Policeman: The law is the law, and we can't change it.

Narrator: The Fat Controller felt exhausted.

The Fat Controller: I'm sorry, Driver. It's no use arguing with policemen. We will have to make those "cowcatcher" things for Thomas, I suppose.

Thomas: Everyone will laugh, Sir! They'll say I look like a tram!

Narrator: The Fat Controller stared, then he laughed.

The Fat Controller: Well done, Thomas! Why didn't I think of it before?! We need a tram engine! When I was on my holiday, I met a nice little engine called Toby. He takes trucks from the farms, but the lorries are taking over most of his work and he needs a change. He has cowcatchers and sideplates. I'll write to his controller at once.

Gordon: [in his sleep] It's really tiring to be such a large and splendid engine. One does have to keep up appearances so.

[Henry shows up unexpectedly]

Henry: Beep-Beep-Beep-Beep! Hello, lazybones!

Gordon: What cheek! That Henry is too big for his wheels. Fancy speaking to me like that. Me, who has never had an accident!

Percy: Aren't jammed whistles and burst safety valves accidents?

Gordon: No, indeed! High spirits-- Might happen to any engine. But to come off the rails like Henry did, well I ask you, is that right? Is it decent?!

The Fat Controller: [on the phone] So Gordon didn't want to take the special train and ran into a ditch?! What's that you say? The special's waiting? Tell Edward to take it, please. And Gordon, leave him where he is. We'll get him out later.

Percy: Yes, Sir. I am, Sir. I don't know if I'm standing on my dome or on my wheels!

The Fat Controller: You look the right way up to me. Cheer up! The new engine is bigger than you, and can probably do the work alone. Would you like to help build my new harbor? Thomas and Toby will help, too.

Percy: Oh, yes, Sir! Thank you, Sir!

The Fat Controller: [to the bigger engines, who are whistling impatiently] Stop that noise!

Gordon: They won't let us in!

The Fat Controller: Duck, explain this behavior.

Duck: Beg pardon, Sir, but I'm a Great Western Engine. We do our work without fuss. But begging your pardon, Sir, Percy and I would be glad if you would inform these engines that we only take orders from you.

[the other engines furiously blow their whistles again]

The Fat Controller: SILENCE!!! Percy and Duck, I'm pleased with your work today, but not with your behavior tonight. You have caused a disturbance. [to the big engines] As for you, you've been worse! You made the disturbance! Duck is quite right. This is my railway, and I give the orders!

Daisy: My fitter's a very nice man. He comes every week and examines me carefully. "Daisy", he says, "Never, never pull. You're highly sprung, and pulling is bad for your swerves". So that's how it is.

Stationmaster: Stuff and nonsense!

Shunter: I can't understand. Whatever made Sir Topham Hatt send us such a feeble...?

Percy: Ha! As long as I've got rails to run on, I can go anywhere, in any weather, anyhow. [leaves] Goodbye!

The Fat Controller: Harold told me you were a wizard. He says he can beat you at some things, but not at being a submarine. I don't know what you to get up to sometimes, but I do know that you're a really useful engine.

Thomas: He's famouser than you. He went 100 miles an hour before you were even thought of.

Gordon: Ha! So he says! But I didn't like his looks. He's got no dome! Never trust domeless engines. They're not respectable. I never boast, but I'd say 100 miles an hour would be easy for me. Goodbye!

Diesel: You're worthy Fat - uh, Sir Topham Hatt sent me. I hope you are pleased to see me again. I am to shunt some dreadfully tiresome trucks.

Percy: Shunt where?

Diesel: Where? Why from here to there. And then again, from there to here. Easy, isn't it?

The Fat Controller: [to Diesel, after his mishap with the trucks earlier] The harbor master has told me everything. Things worked much better here before you arrived. I shall not be inviting you back! Now, Duck and Percy, I hope you won't mind having to handle the work by yourselves again.

Mavis: [about her previous troubles] Manager says I don't listen to his advice. He says I've no business jauntering down Toby's line. Toby's a fusspot!

Percy: Toby has forgotten more about trucks than you will ever know. You must put the trucks where he wants them, then you'll be a Really Useful Engine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to take these stones to the harbor.

Mavis: [after saving Toby from the damaged bridge] I'm sorry about the trucks. I can't think how you managed to stop them in time.

Toby: Oh, well. My driver told me about circus people who walk tightropes, but I just didn't fancy doing it myself.

Edward: Trevor and I are old friends, and you and he have a lot in common too.

Douglas: Aye, and what would that be?

Edward: Scrap.

Douglas: Don't mention that word! It makes my wheels wobble!

Edward: It does the same to Trevor. He was being sent to the scrap yard, but the vicar and I saved him, and now, he's really useful again. Even so, the Fat Controller certainly does need another steam engine here.

Douglas: Aye, he does. And quickly!

[a foreman catches Douglas escaping with Oliver and Toad]

Foreman: Aha! A Great Western engine, and a brake van, too. You can't take these!

Sir Handel: I'm Sir Handel. I've heard of you. You're an express engine! So am I, but I'm used to new coaches, not these cattle trucks. Do you have new coaches? [observes Gordon's train] I see you do. We must have a chat. Sorry I can't stop. We must keep time, you know.

Duncan: [stuck in the tunnel] I'm a plain blunt engine! I speak as I find! Tunnels should be tunnels and not rabbit holes! This railway is no good at all!

Driver: Don't be silly! This tunnel is quite big enough for engines who don't rock and roll.

The Fat Controller:[to Duncan] Listen to me, there is nothing wrong with that tunnel. You stuck in it because you tried to do rock and roll. Tunnels are not dance floors and you are not a pop star! If it happens again, I shall find ways to cut you down to size. In other words, your career is on the line. Need I say more?

Douglas: Sorry we can't stop. The Fat Controller wants us all together at the station.

The Fat Controller: I have an important letter to read from a little girl who is 5 years old.

Letter: Dear Thomas and all the engines, please can I meet you? My friends say they would like to meet you, too. You can come to my house for tea, but my mom says there aren't any railway tracks to my house. Can you come to the station instead? Thank you very much!

The Fat Controller: It seems that there are many girls and boys who would like to meet you. Therefore, we are all going to the big city far away!

Engines: Hooray, hooray!

The Fat Controller: Silence! Other engines will be working here while you're away, so please show them what to do.

Cranky: You're useless little bugs! If you put these trucks on the inside lines, then I wouldn't have so far to travel!

Thomas: Rubbish! We always arrange our trucks like this, and no crane has ever complained before!

Cranky: Well, I'm complaining now.

[he drops his load on the ground]

[after Cranky has saved the engines in the shed]

Gordon: Oh, thank you! What would I have done without you?

Cranky: Well, I had to be rescued before I could help you, but I never thought it would be a couple of b-b- "Small engines". Thank you, I'll never be rude again. However, you two mites are in my way, so move over!

Percy: The Fat Controller told driver that he's using Harold to show a visitor the island instead of using any of us engines.

Gordon: Despicable!

Henry: Disgusting!

James: Engines are meant to take visitors around our island. Not that whirly-bird thing!

Thomas: Will Gordon be scrapped, Sir?

The Fat Controller: What makes you think that?

Thomas: Because the engines think the visitor is here to see if we can be replaced by Harold.

The Fat Controller: Well, the engines are wrong, and you shouldn't listen to rumors, Thomas. This gentleman is making a new playground for the children. It was easier to find a suitable site from up in the air.

Gentleman: And what's more, that tunnel sand will be perfect for the playground! Found by accident and rumor, you might say.

Duncan: [to Peter Sam] Fancy not securing your trucks on a hill. They'll come back to spook you and your special funnel. WHOO!!!

Rusty: And who's to say you're not afraid of ghosts?!

Duncan: Ghosts? Things that go bump in the night? Rubbish!

Rusty: Well, I'll tell you a story that'll make your funnel quiver.

[cut to the Old Iron Bridge one night]

Rusty: A long time ago, a little engine was returning home. It was a misty moonlit night. As the engine crossed the Old Iron Bridge, he suddenly lost control, and plunged over the side, into the swamps below.

[the engine falls into the ravine]

Rusty: He was never found again, but many a workman will tell you that when the moon is full, they have seen the little engine trying to get home. But he never reaches the other side.

Salty: It was a bitter cold winter. The brave little ship was stuck, until the ice melted the next spring. He barely made it around the cape. After 100 scary days at sea without a scratch, he sailed into port and crashed his bow, not 15 feet from my buffers! Luckily, no one was hurt.

Bert: [after Percy whistles to Arry and Bert] Call that a whistle? Just listen to this! [blasts his horn]

Arry and Bert: Diesels can do anything better than steamies!

Percy: My whistle is just as good as your silly old horns!

The Fat Controller: [after Percy used his whistle properly] Well done, Percy! You blew your whistle at the right time, and saved Thomas from an accident. You are a really useful engine, and a safe one.

The Fat Controller: [upon hearing Emily's mischief] You should have waited, and now you have caused confusion and delay! You left the brake coach, stranded Bertie's passengers, and bumped your carriages. You must learn to be more patient.

Ice Cream Factory Manager: [looks inside the shaken milk churns] This milk is almost butter! If you shake milk for long enough, it turns to butter. You must go back to the dairy, and get more milk! And remember to go slowly this time.

[after Thomas brought all of the completely shaken milk churns to the baker for the cakes]

The Fat Controller: Thomas, you have saved the children's party! So today, that makes you the most reliable engine on all of Sodor!

The Fat Controller: The new Sodor Museum opens soon. Lots of very important people will be coming to the island for the grand opening.

Percy: What's a museum?

Gordon: It's a place where they put old things so people can stand and look at them.

The Fat Controller: I want you all to look your best so that everyone is to have a repaint.

Toby: [after hitting a rock on the track] Bust my cowcatchers!

[The Fat Controller arrives]

The Fat Controller: Why have you been running away from me all day?

Toby: I don't want to be put in a museum.

The Fat Controller: Why would I do that, Toby?

Toby: Because a museum is full of old things. I'm an old steam tram and I'm not really useful anymore.

The Fat Controller: Toby, you may be old but you are far too useful to be put in a museum. You have worked harder today than any other engine, and a Sodor's only steam tram I have a very special job for you. First, you will have a special polish. Then, you are to take all the visitors to the museum for the grand opening. I've been trying to tell you that all day.

Gordon: [after hearing Thomas' story] You wouldn't have a problem if you were an Express engine! You'd go really fast and get the job done in double-quick time like me! I'll be in time to see the fair!

Dock Manager: The generator at the fair has broken down. So there are no lights and all the rides have stopped working.

Thomas: The children will be very sad.

Dock Manager: Cranky has just unloaded the new generator. You must take it to the fair.

Skarloey: Long, long ago, there was an old engine called Proteus. His lamp was so bright you could see it from miles around. Proteus said it was a magic lamp. He promised that if any engine ever found the lamp, their wishes would come true.

Duncan: How would you know it was Proteus' lamp?

Skarloey: First, you feel a rush of wind whenever the lamp is near, then you'll hear a strange creaking sound. And finally, you'll see it flicker on and off, off and on.

Peter Sam: I don't believe there's a magic lamp!

Peter Sam: The magic lamp, I know isn't true! It's just an old story, and quite silly too!

The Fat Controller: [to Thomas] You are to collect flour from the mill and take it to the bakery. You must work with Diesel. The island needs it's morning toast, and Lady Hatt and I need our crumpets. So I'll have no mishaps tonight.

[after Thomas delivers the flour to the bakery]

Diesel: It's the ghost engine, sir! And it's come to get me!

The Fat Controller: It's not a ghost engine! That's Thomas! He's a Really Useful Engine! Thomas, you have done a splendid job! You deserve a special washdown!

Thomas: [after his mishap] I've been a very silly engine. I didn't want to listen to you. I thought I knew better than the little engines. but I don't. I need to find the tree, and there's no time to lose.

Salty: The admiral is always looking for the lost pirate treasure of Sodor.

James: Pirates?!

Emily: Treasure?!

Salty: Yes, but no one has ever found it. First, find the eagle in the mountains. It's beak will point to the clouds, not in the sky. Then those clouds will lead to the skull and crossbones. And there, you'll find the treasure, me hearties.

Thomas: Eagle? Clouds? Skull and crossbones? I'm sure I could solve those clues.

Thomas: It wasn't a spaceship. It was Jeremy the plane coming in to land. Gordon, I need your help. You are faster and stronger than any engine. If we share the trucks, the mail can still be delivered by breakfast.

Thomas: Wait, Billy. We can't go yet. We have to wait for The Fat Controller.

Billy: Why?

Thomas: Because he tells us what we are to do.

The Fat Controller: Billy, you have a very busy day. First, you must take empty chicken vans to the farm and bring chickens back to the docks. Then, you are to deliver diesel fuel to the quarry, and lastly, you have to take coal to the depot.

Billy: Yes, sir. Right away, sir.

The Fat Controller: Thomas, you must show Billy how to be a Really Useful Engine.

Thomas: Billy, you must pull the chickens slowly and smoothly.

Billy: I know that!

Thomas: Don't pump your pistons before you are ready to leave. It wastes coal and water, and first you must take on enough coal and water for a busy day.

Billy: Thomas! Stop telling me what to do! You are a very bossy engine!

Salty: He thinks you're a bossy boiler, me hearty.

Thomas: Goodbye, Billy. The Fat Controller will be very pleased you have finished all your jobs.

Billy: Thomas, you're not a bossy boiler. You're a Really Useful Engine, and I really enjoyed working with you.

Botti: [looks at Toby] I can't arrive at the picnic on such a dirty train! What would my public say?

Narrator: Toby was so worried he didn't know what to do. If Alicia Botti wouldn't get into Henrietta, Toby couldn't take her to the picnic, and the concert would be cancelled. Alicia saw that Toby was very worried.

Botti: Don't worry, a good clean is all you need!

Botti: [looks at Henrietta] I've never seen a coach have a bath before! How delightful!

Oliver: Hello, Toad! You'll never beleave what happened to me today. Let me tell you all about it.

James: Actually, Oliver, I think you should ask Toad about the adventure he had today. [leaves]

Oliver: You, Toad? You had adventure?

Toad: Well, yes. As it happens, it all started when I was coupled to Mr. James. But he's started to go a bit too fast. By the time, we reached Gordon's hill, we were going so fast, my wheels were shaking!

Oliver: Well, that don't sound like much in the adventure, Toad.

Toad: But that's not all! That's what when we thought a branch had fallan on the line!

Bird watcher: I'm sorry. I got a little overexcited. I thought I heard the sound of a very rare bird I've been lookin' for, and I wanted to see it. So I pulled the emergency cable. In any case, it's bound to have flown away now.

[after Thomas and James' competition has caused a great deal of confusion, Sir Topham Hatt confronts the two engines]

Sir Topham Hatt: Thomas and James, I am giving you both a yellow card!

Thomas: A yellow card? What does that mean, Sir?

Sir Topham Hatt: It is a warning. I asked you to work together today, but instead, you competed against one another. One more mistake today, and it's a red card for both of you! In a game of soccer, a red card means you're sent off. You're out of the game.

Thomas: We don't wanna be "out of the game", Sir.

Sir Topham Hatt: Quite. After the match, you must work together to take everyone home, regardless of what side they are on, red or blue.

The Fat Controller: You, Diesel 10, are an engine on my railway. You will do as I say when I say it! Do you understand?

[Diesel 10 whimpers]

The Fat Controller: You have caused confusion and delay! The Dieselworks has been on fire, the Steamworks has been bashed and banged, and because of you, none of my engines is being really useful! You will put right everything you damaged.

Thomas: Oh wow! Who's this with two tenders? Hello, are you from the Other Railway? I was built on the Mainland you know. And once, a long time ago, I went back across with the other famous engines from Sodor.

Flying Scotsman: Is that so? I didn't think there were famous engines on Sodor. Oh, hello Gordon.

Flying Scotsman: Indeed they do. It almost makes me sound famous, doesn't it? Oh, Gordon, I wanted to tell you my news! I've been invited to take part in the Great Railway Show on the Mainland, I shall be racing!

Gordon: Ugh!

Thomas: The Great Railway Show? What's that?

Flying Scotsman: Oh, the Great Railway Show is where engines compete to see who's the fastest or the strongest or, what have you. But I'm not sure any engines from Sodor will be going.

Gordon: I wouldn't want to go anyway, not if it's full of engines like you always boasting about how exciting things are on the Mainland!

Thomas: Well, I want to go!

Flying Scotsman: Of course you do, Thomas. And with any luck, maybe you shall. Flying Scotsman, coming through!

Gordon: Oh, Thomas! Why would Sir Topham Hatt want to take a little tank engine like you to the Great Railway Show?

Philip: You can do anything you want to, Thomas, if you just put your mind to it.